#HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONY STARK
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BANNER UPGRADE!! tony's birthday was yesterday so ofc I had to make this
#tony stark#tony stark fanart#marvel#marvel fanart#mcu fanart#fanart#my art#iron man#artists on tumblr#mcu#happy birthday tony stark
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A fluffy birthday surprise.
(Pepper was in on it the whole time.)
#stevetony#stevetony art#stony#stony art#superhusbands#steve/tony#steve x tony#mine#earl drew something#happy birthday tony#happy birthday tony stark#tony stark#tony stark art
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For what Good is a Man
Art: @perlmutt-perl Fic: @atoastbw
Summary:
It's Tony birthday, but despite it being his special day, he's filled with uncharacteristic self-doubt. Luckily, he has his friends and family to cheer him up.
In particular, his husband is more than happy to prove his love for him, in more ways than one.
For the Reverse Big Bang 2023, organized by @cap-ironman. I had the great pleasure of working with ATOASTBW, who's not only a great author but also a lovely human to be around. I'm happy to have a found a friend in them. 💙
Happy belated birthday Tony Stark! 💙✨️🎁🥰
#tony stark#steve rogers#stony#fanart#steve x tony#stevetony#marvel#captain america#iron man#perl does art#happy birthday tony stark#old married couple#couple goals#rbb#reverse big bang#capironman
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29/05/2023
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#tony stark#iron man#happy birthday tony stark#Ironstrange#strangeiron#doctor strange#doctor strange supreme
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Happy Birthday Tony Stark 🥳
#Cheers to another year 🥂#happy birthday tony stark#iron man#tony stark#steve rogers#bruce banner#thor#pepper potts#rhodey#natasha romanoff#clint barton#I love him so much
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TONY
It’s May 29th and it’s MCU Tony’s birthday. I might as well dedicate piece of my art which funny enough I managed to do two artworks simultaneously because as you can see this was done last Sunday the 21st lol. (And yes have you noticed I schedule my posts ahead of time) But anywho, happy birthday to best character in the MCU and now I shall head back to my delusion and do my Pride Month artwork for June.
#marvel#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#avengers#tony stark#iron man#happy borthday#happy birthday tony stark#happy birthday#art#artwork#artist#drawing#fanart#farah and her brain
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i love you berry much
Hi hi!! Did you miss me? Well, it’s Tony’s and my birthday so you know what that means!! I didn’t really feel all that fluffy today so have some hurt/comfort instead :3
read last years’: 2021 2022
The water lapped gently at the docks, driven by the soft spring night wind that was currently also playing with his hair. Peter let the constant rhythm lull him in, let it drown out the noise and laughter from the party behind him. The water slowly approached, running up just to crash against the wooden pillars in a splashing crescendo. Afterward, it always retreated, collecting itself for the next attempt. It was comforting like grass swaying, and familiar like words bouncing around his mouth, never sure when to leave. Like a hand gently tapping on his shoulder.
A tiny tremor rippled through his body as he awoke. Peter turned and looked up to find Mr. Stark smiling at him. He was holding a brown basket of sorts. “Hey, kiddo, there you are! You were suddenly gone.”
Peter blinked. The water seemed to have settled in his belly now, lapping at his skeleton. “You noticed?”
His mentor’s eyebrows scrunched up slightly; maybe, there were rain clouds on the horizon. Peter swallowed and looked down. The rain would only hasten the erosion the lake had already begun.
“Of course I noticed, Peter,” Mr. Stark said, his voice almost uncharacteristically soft. He settled down next to the boy and sat the basket down in front of them. It was filled with strawberries, Peter noted with confusion. The bright-red fruits shone with the promise of happiness that came with their sweet taste.
“I will never not notice when my favorite Spiderling goes MIA,” he continued.
I’m your only Spiderling, Peter wanted to say, but instead of taking the hook for deflection, he said: “I’m sorry.” This only deepened the clouds hanging over Tony’s features, and Peter damned the hail inside his soul. Though, before he could let it swallow him whole, there was a soft tap on his shoulder. Mr. Stark had opened his arms in question. Peter only hesitated a little before he leaned in. A content sigh escaped his lips as his weary body melted into the warm embrace.
“What are you sorry for?” the man asked eventually.
Peter hid his face against Mr. Stark’s chest. “For ruining your birthday,” he mumbled.
“I’m sorry, kid, but you gotta speak up a little. I don’t have your super-hearing, unfortunately.”
Peter huffed in frustration. His eyes down-trodden, he sat up a little, sucking in air. Mr. Stark rubbed over his shoulder blades in comfort. “I feel like I’m ruining your birthday,” he confessed. When he glanced up, Mr. Stark’s shocked and worried expression made the rain start falling. He was making everything worse.
Instantly, Tony wrapped his arms around his kid again, rocking them slightly. Like grass swaying in the wind, Peter realized. The man’s heart drummed on in a beat faster than the water, but it was clear and sound. Safe. “No, no, no,” he whispered into Peter’s locks. “What gave you that idea? Did Nebula threaten you? Because I can assure you, she’s working on her violent tendencies.”
Peter chuckled, and the clouds gave way for a single ray of sunshine. “No. It’s just— Everyone’s celebrating, and I’m just here being a downer and I don’t even know why. I mean, I didn’t even have a gift ready for you!”
“Peter, listen to me. You being here, alive and in one piece, is the best gift you could ever give me. I don’t care if you gave me a thousand teddy bears or blew up the lab. I’m just glad you’re here.”
“I’m glad you’re here too,” Peter said. Unconsciously, he had shifted so his ear was lying right over Mr. Stark’s heart. It had slowed a little now, but it was still beating steadily. On and on. No terrible silence in sight. Mr. Stark held him and the world became a little warmer.
“A thousand teddy bears, huh?” the boy inquired after a while, his voice lighter than it had been in a while.
“Oh no, don’t get any ideas,” Mr. Stark admonished lightly. “You know, I once gifted Pepper a giant teddy bear. Didn’t go over well…”
Peter laughed. “You did what?”
“I gave Pepper a giant teddy bear. It was like 10 feet tall or something. Pep was not amused, to say the least. To be fair, I was not doing great at the time,” he explained.
“I bet Morgan would love it,” Peter pondered and burst out laughing at Mr. Stark’s pained expression. The man scooped up the bowl of strawberries and placed it into Peter’s hands.
“Now, no more teddy bear shenanigans. Eat some. I know you haven’t eaten near enough at dinner and spiders gotta eat.” Peter blinked and took a strawberry.
“Why do you even have these?” — he asked while munching — “I mean, is it even safe? Pepper’s allergic, and you always say Morgan comes after her.”
“Because you like them,” Mr. Stark said as if it was the simplest thing. “And don’t worry, Morgan’s not allergic, she just prefers different fruits. I did get Pepper’s permission for once, too.”
“Oh, wow, I’m proud!” Peter half-joked. “Also, Morgan is wrong because strawberries are clearly the best. My condolences to Mrs. Potts-Stark.” Tony chuckled and took one himself, quickly evading Peter’s wavy hands.
“Thank you,” Peter said.
Tony smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair. “Anytime, kid.”
They sat in comfortable silence for a while, with Peter munching on his strawberries. The water continued to dance with the pillars, keeping up their rhythm. When most of the strawberries were gone, Peter considered the last ones carefully. He took one out, the biggest that was left, and presented it to the man beside him.
“Mr. Stark? I love you berry much.”
To Tony’s credit, he did not only roll his eyes at the pun, but also snorted. He took the strawberry with a thanking nod and bit into it. After it was gone, he pulled the kid close again and kissed the top of his head. “I love you strawberry much too, il mio bambino.”
#peter parker#tony stark#Irondad and Spiderson#emotional hurt/comfort#happy birthday tony stark#hugs and strawberries#i literally can't tell if they're slightly ooc or not bc i haven't written in ages#projecting on peter ftw tho#where's that on post explaining italian nicknames
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It's that time of the year 💙
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Happy Birthday to one of my Top 10 Faves of Marvel characters! 🎉🥳
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HAPPY TONY STARK'S BIRTHDAY FOR WHO CELEBRATES
#tony stark#happy birthday tony stark#iron man#marvel#marvel cinematic universe#mcu#avengers#i love him sooo much 😭😭#TONY STARK MY BELOVED
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Happy Birthday Tony Stark!!!
Happy birthday to my favourite character, to the character that helped me with all the changes I had to endure the last 3 years, to the character that had a huge impact in my life, to the character whose posters and funkos and photos and many more stuff decorate my room.
Happy Birthday Tony Stark ❤️
I know that in Endgame timeline this is his last birthday, but I refuse to accept that.
Thank you for everything Tony Stark and I miss you.
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"You can take away my house, all my tricks and toys. One thing you can't take away, I am Iron Man."
-Tony Stark/Iron Man
Happy Birthday!!
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Me: does nothing for my.own bday
Tony stark's bday: HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABYGIRL..... LOML!!!!!!!
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Happy birthday Tony Stark and Danny Elfman!
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Just 900 words of birthday fluff, just a teensy tiny bit of angst at the start.
For some writers that constantly hurt my feelings with their Tony, @areiton and @riotfalling and @iam93percentstardust
Surprise Party
Tony wakes up grudgingly, turning onto his back and throwing an arm over his face, not so much to block the light filtering in through the cheap curtains in the apartment he and Rhodey rented this semester, as to block the whole day in general.
His birthday has never been a day he enjoys; most of them up until this point having very little to do with him, and everything to do with his parent's image as they trotted him out in front of a room full of Howard's business associates and press to blow out candles and smile big and false at the gathered masses. Projecting the image of a perfect, happy family, celebrating his birthday was always a chore. Until later, after all the guests had left, and Jarvis and Ana would bring him to their quarters to share a cake that Ana made-- Tony's favorite flavor, whatever it happened to be at the time, instead of the massive, ostentatious vanilla to appeal to the masses thing that Maria ordered every year. There were small gifts from each of them, and warmth he only ever really found with them. That was what he'd always considered his actual party.
Only this year, he was at MIT, and the Jarvises were in New York, and even though his exam the next day meant he was saved from the usual spectacle of a public celebration, he found that he already ached with the knowledge it also meant missing those hours in Jarvis and Ana's kitchen.
With a groan, Tony resolves to get out of bed. When he throws himself up into a sitting position and gives himself a quiet moment to adjust, he notices there are hushed voices coming from the living area. Curiosity wins out over his general misery, and he swings his feet over the side of the bed and pulls on a sweatshirt he stole from Rhodey that is hanging haphazardly off the bedpost, shuffling to the door as soon as it's settled over him.
When he makes it down the short hallway, rubbing sleep from his eyes, he freezes and feels shock paint his face.
Rhodey is setting their small kitchen table, and at their stove is Ana, flipping a huge, fluffy omelette onto a plate. Jarvis is in the living room, carefully arranging a small pile of perfectly wrapped presents on the coffee table.
A small, choked sound escapes his throat, and three pairs of eyes turn to him. Tony is nearly overwhelmed by the warm smiles and unmasked affection shining at him.
"What-" he begins, not sure what he means to finish with, but Rhodey saves him from having to figure it out by coming over and pulling him into a quick hug.
"Happy birthday, Tones," he says brightly, pulling away and grasping his shoulder, steering him toward the kitchen.
Ana steps away from the stove and cups his face in her hands, smiling softly at him, "Happy birthday, kedves fiú," she tells him, her accent curling around him as warm as the hug she gives him.
As she pulls away, patting his cheek, Jarvis is there at her shoulder, and he takes over the embrace as she goes back to the stove. "Happy birthday, my boy," Jarvis says into the crown of Tony's head. When he steps back, he moves his hands to Tony's shoulders, his familiar smile in place. "I do believe you've grown since new year's," he teases, and that finally breaks Tony's stunned silence.
"Rude," he declares in mock offense, mildly mortified to hear how watery his voice sounds.
Three chuckles answer him.
"No, I think Mr. Jarvis is right, Tones. Pretty sure that sweatshirt fits a little better now than when you stole is before winter break," Rhodey jokes, and Tony can't help but laugh at the false look of consideration on his face.
He moves into the kitchen, Jarvis's arm wrapped around his shoulders now as they walk the few steps together.
Settling into a chair, his stomach rumbles as he takes in the stack of pancakes and fresh fruit bowl on the table. Ana giggles as she sets the eggs on the table. "You've missed my cooking, Anthony," she hums, kissing his temple.
"You have no idea, the student cafeteria is barely food," he answers honestly, scooping some melon and berries onto his plate.
As everyone takes a seat, Tony takes a moment to look at them all, letting the simple joy of the morning fill him up.
He wants to question why they're there, but he knows it's because they love him.
The Jarvises know him so well though, that he gets his answer anyway.
"We couldn't miss your day, sweetheart. I am glad we could come be with you. I am glad you have such a good friend we could conspire with," Ana says, patting Rhodey's hand affectionately.
Rhodey grins. "I even helped with the cake!"
Jarvis snorts, "Yes, he took your role this year; official stirrer and taste tester," using the same fond tone he has when he speaks about Tony himself.
They fall easily into conversation then, passing food and eating happily, catching up on each other's lives as though they don't speak regularly, Rhodey adding the most embarrassing parts to Tony's stories.
As Tony sits with the family he's managed to find-- the family that's found him -- he can't help but think best birthday ever.
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I COMPLETELY FORGOT TONY STARK’S BIRTHDAY AAAAaaa
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY, TONY AND HIS ACTOR
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